It doesn't matter if you're mild-mannered or a chill, happy-go-lucky person. You still feel it. That itch when you see your partner. The twitch of your lips, flashing your fangs. Your tongue rubbing against your teeth as your heart skips a beat. You can almost taste the salt of their sweat on your lips and you swear the phantom sensation of your canines sinking into their skin is real. Your eyes sharpen and you can feel the answering surge low in your stomach. Your mannerisms change, even if just for that one moment, before you return to what you were doing. Nostrils flaring as you take in their scent.

But, god, when you're able to let go. Whatever triggers it for you. Standing next to them in the kitchen. Touching them. Feeling the beast rising within. Your hairs prickling on your skin as your heart races. The fingers lightly caressing curl until your claws scratch their body and they freeze. Prey.

Growling. Clenching. Clawing. Massaging while you grind into them. Blood coursing down, making you swell. The pulse of excitement that makes you wet between your lower lips or hardens your cock.

And you want to tear. You want to rip their clothing away to expose their skin. Their flesh. To reduce you both to your animal. Snarling when they move. Clenching and holding them and listening to their whimpering moans as they respond in kind to you. Licking their lips while their eyelids flutter and they push into you, unable to help themselves.

The world just slides away. There's a tightness in your chest as you strip them. Licking the back of their neck and jaw and ear. Body to body. Claws drawing red marks on their skin while your fangs bruise them and you feel that soft crunch of the tissue beneath.

Mounting them. Forcing her to all fours where she raises her ass to your mouth or waiting cock. Or, hand against his throat, slding him down to the ground so you can straddle him, snarling when his hands move until you grip them both and rock down, shoving his cock inside of you.

Single minded. Wanting. Taking. Everything else forgotten as you rut with your mate, marking them until you're howling from your orgasm and collapsing together, naked on the floor without caring, limbs twined together, kissing and licking as you come down from the high